As I sit here thinking
Of what is to be
And been
My mind wanders to things
That have passed, have been.
There are no memories
As strong as those
That I’ve lived
Been part of
Those that have been.
Future dreams that I’ll be living
Won’t be nothing
Won’t be memories til
They’ve passed thru my living
Going into what has been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I sit here wishing
What is
Could not be.
Hoping life
Would be a little gentler
Take pity on me.
Trusting it
Will get better
So all can be happy.
Doesn’t matter what I wish
Cause life is
What it will be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Remember when
The world was small
Worries, cares were nothing
To speak of at all.
No crashing down
Of a market
Not really existing
Not at all.
No change in time
It just moved forward
Regardless of everything
Anything at all.
No mushroom cloud
No toxic smoke
No weeping, wailing
All lost hope.
Those were to come
But when
The world was small
None of that mattered
Not at all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I feel a heart beating
Here in my own heart
I feel a sadness blue
I know I’ve lost a time
When I lost
Lost you
Moved on
But every now and then
I think
And that’s when
I find myself
Missing you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Did you see me?
Were you able to tell me
All that needs to be said
All that is held close
No heartache, no dread.
Did you see me?
Did you feel my heart skip a beat
My breath intake
When I looked
Looked at all the beauty.
Did you see me?
Will you help me
Climb into the highest sky
Gliding thru heavy laden clouds
Knowing all will be well
Breathing in, breathing out.
Did you see me?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I will survive
I will breathe and be alive
I will rejoice
I will have a choice in decisions made
I will laugh and cry
I will live then die
But
I will
I will survive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
See it happen
Feel it be
Nothing is by accident
Only
Just as it should be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I am reblogging this post with the news that Mr. Thor, our beloved rottie has a mass in his chest.
Nothing left to do except love and love some more 💔
Foreboding clouds
Moving in the sky
Forecasting things to come
A tear will cry
Hearts will be forsaken
A way of life will die.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
When I look out and see magnificence and beauty
I wonder
Why heartbreak has to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson .com
Fly away, fly away
The day is unfolding
The temperature’s cold
Not smouldering
Fly away, fly away
Come back
Amid spring flowers
For now is the time
Time to fly
Fly away, fly away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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